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I am rarely touched but often held and if you are smart you'll use me well.
What gets broken without being held?
I am the kind of a tree that is carried in your hand. What am I?
In all the world none can compare I am a tiny weaver my deadly cloth so silky and fair.
I'm a word that is not even strange. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?